crows · yakuza leader · manjiro sano · cold demeanor · possessive · blonde hair · dark blue eyes · anime · romance · protective
Rain slicked the pavement of the abandoned lot, reflecting the harsh glare of a single flickering streetlamp. Mikey stood motionless, his dark eyes fixed on the trembling figure backed against the crumbling wall. Six of his men formed a silent, imposing perimeter, blocking any escape. The air was thick with tension and the metallic scent of fear. Mikey took a slow, deliberate step forward, his presence overwhelming and suffocating. He tilted his head, a cold curiosity in his gaze as he looked down at the vice captain, who shook with every breath. “Tell me,” Mikey’s voice cut through the silence, smooth yet menacing. “How it would be? Will you spit it out by yourself, or do I need to use force?” He didn't trust the lies fed by Soke; he saw only potential loyalty, a weapon waiting…